I Keep the Rose

Once, the rose has torn apart,
Fall and broke,
Near the street of the town,
Lay down fron dawn to dawn..
A man see but do nothing for it
He said; “By all of the beauty, it is just a broken flower!”
A passerby..
With a gloomy smile and worn out boots..
He notice the beauty of a fallen rose..
Take it home, put inside glass frame..
When he wake up, he sigh and smile..
Stare at the beauty..
The rose keep her red bloom..
They both know, love is not always about care,
Love is mistery..
Only be seen by them who personally bound to..


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